Eating up in the flesh-
Things of this world, there we go-
Is giving up to say-
'We're doing our best'?
Narrow is the Gate-
I've heard this, but look at my plate-
Full of filth and sin- sweetened by the seasoning
Of self-assuredness- Taken at face value-
Of a quitter's grin- And the amassing of materialism.
Obese of the things the earth is of
The feet move slow, weighted down-
In the gravity of sin- a belly full, with no room left
For Truth and Meaning.
So we're all proud and pretty-
Looking at each other, but never at our True selves-
Who will fit through? Who will fade away?
What of the rules?
Narrow is the Gate, who will fit through?
Like sperm, only one or two?
Are fit for life- and get through...
Such a lonely Universe-
Who will be able to fit in?
Through that Gate?
December 20, 2010. © Anthony James , All rights reserved